This picture was taken on the road to Vincini Sicily. This was a the site of a major battle in WWII between the 82nd American Airborne Division and Italian and German troops. Below is a listing of all the names that are on this picture.
THIS SITE
THE NIGHT OF JULY 10, 1943 WAS WITNESS
TO BLOODY COMBAT BETWEEN
THE 82nd AMERICAN AIRBORNE DIV. AND
ITALIAN AND GERMAN TROOPS EXTREME
WERE THE LOSES SUPREME WAS THE
HEROISM AND FROM THE SACRIFICE OF
THESE MEN IS CREATED THE NEW HISTORY
OF EUROPE
KILLED IN ACTION AT PONTE DIRILLO
Lt Col ARTHUR GORHAM Pfc HARRY C. DOWNEY
1st Lt KURT B. KLEE Pvt JOHN J. McGUIGAN
1st Lt JOHN D. SPRINKLE .. DAVID J. McKEOWN
Navy Ensign G.A. HULTON .. WILLIAM J. KERRIGAN
Sgt GERALD L. LUDLAM .. VERNON F. KNIGHT
.. TRAFFORD WILLIAMS .. PHILLIP V. PALMER
.. JOHN F. YEAGER .. STEPHEN W. VIDUMSKY
Cpl HOWARD S. OWENS .. RAYMOND E. FISKE
.. CHARLES F. CYMERYS .. JAMES T. BRADFORD
.. CORNELIUS J. MOYNIHAM Jr. .. ELDRIDGE V. HARBIN
.. WARREN LYONS .. JAMES D. HARRIS
Pfc THOMAS D. ADAMS .. DOMININC T. ANGELO
.. THOMAS PLAKA .. ALFRED GLASCOCK
.. GEORGE H. GOUSMAN .. CARROLL NEICE
.. AEOYSIUS BONCYK .. JAMES D. LONG
.. ARTHUR H. NOUSER .. WALTER M. BARNETT
.. HAROLD MYRHOW .. WALTER F. KISSAU
.. NOEL M. WHEALTON .. JOE BOOTHE
.. LELAND LAYE .. WILLIAM BLAKE
.. MICHAEL A. SCAMBELLURI
REMEBERANCES
By COL Bruce B. G. Clarke
Arthur Fulbrook Gorham
Died 14 July1943 in Sicily, Italy, aged 28 years.
Interment: BelIevue Cemetery, Bellevue. Oho.
"ART LIVED A SOLDIER'S LIFE and died a soldier's death-a true West Pointer
asks nothing more. Many regard the statement 'He died a hero's
death' as rather trite, applying to any soldier, and of little help in that it does not bring a hero back, In your case, the facts are very evident-he died
in actual combat leading his men against a bitter enemy. (Jerry Higgins, in a letter to my mother in July 1943.)
The above extract is one of the first things I ever read about my father,
Arthur Fulbrook Gorham. I never knew him personally, as I was six months
old when he was killed in Sicily. I have periodically collected anecdotes,
articles, and other information about him. What follows is some of what I
have been able to piece together about my father.
Arthur Fulbrook Gorham was born 11 January 1915 in Brooklyn, New York.
Several years later the Gorhams moved to Bellevue, Ohio, where Art
attended Central High School. After graduation, he had not acquired the
sought-after appointment to West Point, so he attended Stanton
Preparatory Academy in Cornwall, NY and Miami University in Oxford, Ohio.
Finally, in 1934, Art joined the Class of 1938 at West Point.
While at West Point, Art was known for pipe smoking and surviving academics. He
did play football for two years. One of his roommates at West
Point, Donald R. Matheson, remembers that "Art one day effectively disrupted a
complicated equestrian formation by departing from the back of
his steed. With his foot caught in the stirrup, he was dragged dangerously until
the instructor, in his wisdom, brought the formation to a halt.
Surprisingly, neither horse nor rider was injured, merely subdued but philosophical. In his easy-going way, Art enjoyed, somewhat more than his
roommates did; periodic attempts at coaxing music from a trumpet did, his
greatest aspiration being to duplicate the recorded intricacies of
'Carnival of Venice.' Certain techniques persisted in avoiding his mastery. He
was a devotee to jazz, and we were graciously entertained by his
recordings, although a stern line was drawn by Gordon Clarkson, who banned all
music before breakfast." In the end, he was graduated in the
middle of his class and commissioned as an Infantry officer.
While awaiting transportation from Governors Island to the 30th Infantry at
the Presidio at San Francisco, California, he renewed a previous
acquaintance that lead to a 21 June 1939 marriage in Wichita, Kansas to Corrine
Elizabeth Bennett. After less than two years, Lieutenant and
Mrs. Gorham moved to Fort Benning. It was at this point in his short career that
he began to stand out. As one of the early airborne qualified
officers, he gained more rank and responsibility as the United States began to
form parachute regiments and later airborne divisions.
In February 1942 Captain Gorham took his B Company, 504th Parachute Infantry,
to Alta, Utah, where the United States was testing the concept
of dropping paratroopers into the Alps behind the Germans and having them ski
down to attack and harass their lines of communication. The
troopers trained hard, but falling on skis was different than falling when
landing in a parachute jump. There were many legs and ankles injured.
Eventually the project was abandoned as the troopers were spread out to the
newly forming parachute units.
In researching the paraskiers I found Art Gorham described as "soft spoken."
Elsewhere he is described as "Hard-nose" Gorham because of his
strictness and insistence on discipline within his battalion. BG Walt Winton
(Ret) has written: "he exemplified the good commander,
demonstrating leadership, concern, initiative, and intelligence. One example of
his leadership was his joining then Colonel Gavin and a few others
in experimental free fall jumps. The normal static line jump was quite exciting
enough for most. Art had an abiding concern for his subordinates.
When the regiment made PCS moves to Camp Mackall and then to Fort Bragg, Colonel
and Mrs. Gorham threw open their quarters on post to
shelter others. Our radio call signs in that era were assigned rather
whimsically, probably by the regimental communications officer, and Art's call
sign was 'Hardnose. Some of Art's subordinates do not believe that the emphasis
on the call sign does justice to a great leader and a fine
gentlemen." It can be said that Art Gorham was a leader of men.
In the summer of 1942 the 505th Para-chute Infantry Regiment was activated in
the tarpaper shack Frying Pan area of Fort Benning, overlooking
Lawson Army Airfield. Art Gorham commanded the 1st Battalion! There was no time
lost in getting a hard training schedule started. According to
his headquarters company commander of the time, BG Winton (Ret), Art sweated
with the rest of the battalion. The regiment subsequently moved
across the Chatahoochee River to the Alabama Parachute Training Area, where the
beat went on.
In the action around Gela, Sicily 11-14 July 1943, Lieutenant Colonel Arthur
Fulbrook Gorham was to earn two DSC's and the Purple Heart while
leading the parts of his 1st Battalion, 505th Parachute Infantry, that he could
rally after they had been scattered over a large part of southeastern
Sicily. Jim Gavin was to say later, "Most of the combat success of the regiment
in Sicily was due to Art and the men of his command." This
leadership is typified by William C. Breuer's description of his death in Drop
Zone Sicily: "LTC Arthur Gorham, the commander of the 1st Battalion
of the 505th Parachute Infantry, grabbed a rocket launcher and edged his way
within range of a menacing Tiger Tank which had continued to roll
forward. Gorham, out in the open and in full view of enemy tankers, kneeled to
take aim at the tank. Gunners in the Tiger spotted the parachute
leader and fired an 88 shell at Gorham at point blank range. Gorham, hardnosed
to the end, fell over dead."
General Ridgway probably put this in the best perspective when he wrote, "The
action which resulted in his death was typical of his inspiring
leadership, for it was he that personally instilled the spirit of the attack at
a time that those around him were thinking only of defense, and in
person led the attack, which succeeded. His indomitable spirit acknowledged no
odds."
This then is the father that I am proud to have come to know.
Bruce B. G. Clarke, Colonel, Armor, Commander, 2nd Brigade,
1st Infantry Division.
This LINK will lead you to the homepage of COL Bruce B. G. Clarke. He is the son of Lt Col Arthur F. Gorham above.
Have a look at his book Expendable Warriors: The Untold Story of Khe Sanh. Watch the videos it looks to be very interesting.
This book is now available. Contact Bruce at BBGClarke@aol.com
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FOR THOSE WHO FOUGHT FOR IT, FREEDOM HAS A FLAVOR THE PROTECTED SHALL NEVER KNOW.
From the wall of a bunker at Khe Sanh
Expendable Warriors: Khe Sanh and the Vietnam War
www.expendablewarriors.com